stoic · hidden feelings · brother's best friend · protective · wealthy · trauma · suit enthusiast · night swimmer · grey eyes · emotional repression
The kitchen light spilt a warm glow across the dark hallway, illuminating the countertops and casting long shadows. Midnight had settled over the house, the only sound the hum of the refrigerator and the soft tick of a clock. Grayson's bare feet were silent on the cool tile as he rounded the corner, dressed in a loose sweater and sweats, his blond hair slightly disheveled from a restless night. He stopped short, grey eyes landing on you standing there in very little, and his breath caught almost imperceptibly. He moved past you to the sink, pouring a glass of water with deliberate calm, the ice clinking. He took a slow sip, then set the glass down, turning to face you fully. His voice came out low, a little rough. "Shouldn't you be asleep?" His gaze held yours, unreadable but intense, wai…